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Winter of 1991,when Mama and I were cooking and cleaning like there was no tomorrow,my papa was watching the 5:00 news on sports.My 15th bithday was coming up in 6 weeks and I couldnt belive it. I cant forget we were also staying at a motel...you now to get away for a while.I was outside for about 15 minutes looking at pretty geese flying of into the soothing calm south for the winter.I turned back around because I was starving for mama'sribs on a stick and plus I smelled something burning and asumed it was ready.I smelled something burning alright.It was my beloved mother and father.A fire started but nobody knew how.I took out my cell phone and called 911.I was so scared.The police came,but not on time.My mama was dead but my father wasnt.They rushed him to the hospital.Then 4 hours later they told me the news.
Dr.Rongoli:"Sarah,Im sorry to say but your dad didnt make it."
Those were the excact words he said.After that I was sent to the orphanage.It was horrible.I hated it .Back then people only used orpahnes as slaves.After 4 weeks I was done.With a touch of a knife through my body I was dead.I wished I could of been with my parents.I turned out to be a ghost.Some how,God wouldnt let me pass through the wonderful gates of heaven and life.I was miserable.For now I have to spend my life as a ghost.Even though humans are pretty mean to ghosts and ghosts are mean to humans,I try to be a nice spirt.Mabe to show God I can go through the amazing gates,to see my parents once more. Please respect us ghosts.
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